On Monday, April 13, my daughter, Marcia Pangburn, came and had breakfast with me. I wrote the news and took it to Altamont.

I felt sleepy all day, and I think it’s because the weather suddenly warmed up.

Several years ago, one of our daughters was in the hospital for an extended period of time. We all may have had experiences like the one that occurred during that stay, but we tend to forget about them until our memory is jogged by another similar episode.

 “The small Lego machine inside the White House whirred and in a moment it was turning the pages of a story book. One page flipped, and then another, even faster as President Barack Obama marveled at its efficiency.” That was the opening paragraph of an article written by Jim Kuhnhenn of the Associated Press.

On Monday, March 16, I wrote the news and took it to Altamont.

Later in the day, my granddaughter, Kassi Neal, drove me to the Berne Reformed Church to the NEAT dinner at 5 p.m. This time the menu was fresh vegetables, Irish stew, Irish bread, cupcakes decorated with four-leaf clovers, and ice cream.

On Monday, March 16, I wrote the news and took it to Altamont.

Later in the day, my granddaughter, Kassi Neal, drove me to the Berne Reformed Church to the NEAT dinner at 5 p.m. This time the menu was fresh vegetables, Irish stew, Irish bread, cupcakes decorated with four-leaf clovers, and ice cream.

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